A paper heart, crumpled in my hand. A paper arm, that I extend. You reach for my paper arm, and it tears. A fragile paper girl, with an even more fragile, paper heart.
July 4, 2009
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Why is it so hard
To loosen his grip on my heart? How do I even know he wants it? How can I trust him not to crush it? I haven’t been afraid of this in so long… But I can’t let it get to me, it’ll drive me crazy. Someone talk to me? Keep my mind off these things.
